Darling, stay composed

Suck in your lips,

now push air between them to

make that *PUH* noise. PUH

is my love. The only one I’d

marry is the Bandersnatch, for

only he may find me. This

is my predetermined

because that kiss really did

scare me. I’m speaking to Kisser

so don’t listen, you literate muck.

(Thank you forever,

for sealing off my toxins

to push your soft anti-

anesthesia inside. It

worries me that the scent of

my nicotine mocked

your lust. Cracked

your lungs. Results? Madly

your butchered eye follows the

hips and the disease churns.

I gave you my incurable risk

that will kill. Your stolen heart. Sorry

I’m so sorry, (confidential:

knowing one’s name

without revealing it).

If anyone finds me before

Darling Bander, I’m

adding toxicology to

my hobbies. But men are not

the enemies here. It’s the sticky

wrap that straddled my

pumpkin until it turned to pie. I

ate the sticky wrap, pushing the

plastic against my teeth

every lunch. That civilized

nicotine that kills you slower than

a perturbed mouse; but

I quit last September

and the sky surprised me. She

licked my eyebrow and dripped

my hair. She’s my cute

serendipitous Guinevere.

Sky wanted to disinfect all but

that kiss. It provoked my PUH. It

avowed my only lover clothed in

rock covers and a casebound spine.

Published by Alanna Backen

Hi, I’m Alanna Backen. Welcome to my writing pad. I'm an aspiring author hoping to change the world for the better, one word at a time. Let's make some good fruit!

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